Chapter 3
Eureka opened up the freezer and grabbed a tray of ice. She dumped the ice into a freezer zip-loc bag. She then handed it to Anton who was sitting in the chair licking his busted lip.
“What’s this for?” He looked at the cold compress.
“Hold it to that knot on the side of your head.”
“I’m straight, I don’t need that.”
“Take the bag, tough guy,” Eureka insisted.
“Nah, I’m good, sis.”
“Anton,” she shot him a look that he read, You better take this s**t.
He sighed and reluctantly snatched it from her. He held it to his head and touched his lip, checking to see if it was still bleeding.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Ah,” he hollered after she punched him in the chest. “f**k was that for?” He rubbed his sore chest.
“For having your black behind out there stealing,” she to
